sorry the first one is so shitty looking

dadvid appreciation week - day one - the moment where david became dadvid.


aaa!! dadvid appreciation week is finally here!! 

i didn’t have an idea of what to draw for the first day, so i imagined max wasn’t picked up by his parents and david took him to his house.

also, i’m so sorry this looks kinda shitty, it was rushed. :( i’ll do my best for the next days, if i actually remember and keep participating. 

(( do not tag this as shipping please,,))

Lip Gallagher imagine “Are you happy now?”

Originally posted by shamelessturkey

Pairing: Lip Gallagher x reader
Requested: nope
Warnings: cursing, my poor and shitty writing skill
Author note: soooo this is my first imagine EVER!!! And I’m kinda FREAKING OUT!!! Sorry for this…

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You were sitting at the top of the Gallagher house smoking and just looking at the night sky like in cliché teen movie. It was pretty cold that’s why Lip went to get you something hot to drink.

“Here I am” you saw Lip’s head popping out of the door. You took both cups so he could come up.

“Thanks! Oh my god it’s fucking freezing!” As Lip climbed on to the roof you gave him one of the cups back.

“Yea I know.” Lip took a little sip.

“Soooo how was your day?” You did the same thing.

“Well I mean it was just a regular shitty day. I woke up, went to school, did somebody else’s homework, got paid. Just a usual day. What about you?” Lip took away your cigaret.

“Eeeem I woke up, went to school, skipped a few lessons, stole somebody else’s wallet, went home, got yelled at by my mom and pretended I was doing homework for the rest of the evening” You laughed a bit.

“By the way what about your mother not liking me?”

“She thinks that you have a bad influence on me” you laughed again.

“Seriously?” You looked at him with a raised eyebrow. “Not that I care”

“WHY do you even care? We are not a couple, are we? You told me it yourself. We are just best friends who fuck”

“Yea we are”

There was I little silent pause. You looked at Lip and saw that he was a little upset

“Is everything okay?”

“Yes. Why?” Lip looked at you with a confused expression.

“I can see when you are not telling me something. So come on. Spill it” You took your cigarette back.

“It’s nothing!”

“Don’t you fucking lie to me Lip Gallagher!” You raised your voice

“There’s nothing to tell!” Lip was getting angry.

“Liar!” You giggled

“Fuck! I’m not lying!”

“Not telling something to your best friend equals lying!”

“No it doesn’t!

“YES IT DOES!” By now you have already been yelling at each other. “If YOU won’t tell me I’m gonna ask Ian!” You jumped on your feet and started walking towards the door.

“I think I love you!” Lip yelled at your back. “Are you happy now?!” You slowly turned to face Lip.

“What?” You asked really quite.

“I really liked you when just started to fuck and I hoped that I will get over it but I didn’t and I know that you’re dating that dickhead Liam but I honestly don’t care and I know that it is pathetic and corny and…” Lip didn’t get the chance to finish as you pressed your lips to his. Your hands snaking around his neck and his resting on your waste.

The kiss was really passionate but soft at the same time.

You broke the kiss.“I love you too Lip Gallagher. And yes. I’m happy” You giggled.

“I got turned on. Maybe we can move to the bedroom?”

“You are a romance killer” you laughed.

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Not That Bad

Originally posted by newtmqs

(A/N): Hello y'all, this is my first imagine and imma just warn you now, this real shitty, so I’m eternally sorry in advance haha. Other than that, enjoy!

Word count: 1,170

Summary: You’re one of Josie’s Pussycats and instead of attending at Cheryl’s party after performing at the dance, you head to Pop’s where you formally meet Jughead Jones for the first time.

Josie McCoy was one of your absolute best friends. When you first moved to Riverdale back in the third grade you became friends almost instantaneously. Her, Valerie and Melody had been singing No Scrubs by TLC when you first met. You were out on the playground looking for someone to play with when you heard them singing.  When you decided to take a little leap of faith and start singing with them - at least for an eight year old it was a leap of faith - you became inseparable.

    So inseparable that Josie wanted you to join her band, and after a long long few years of trying to convince you to join anytime the possibility of a band was brought up, you finally joined. When you did, you had a faint realization that now, you had an actual status and reputation to keep. Being one of the Pussycats™ automatically meant you were one of Riverdale High’s golden girls. I mean, your lead was the mayor’s daughter and one her closest friends was Cheryl Blossom, that meant there were a certain set of unspoken rules you had to follow. But did you follow those rules? Of course not.

    Which brings us to the night of the dance Cheryl was holding in honor of Jason. Of course you and the girls performed and hung out a little, but after the dance when Josie, Valerie and Melody decided to go to Cheryl’s party, you told them you were going to head home. On the way you stopped at Pop’s to get some food.

    You walked in and made your way to the counter, ordering a cheeseburger, onion rings, fries, and a vanilla milkshake. You looked around for an empty booth, which wasn’t hard, it was 10:15 no one was here. No one save for a boy with dark hair typing away at a laptop in front of him. You recognized him from your AP Creative Writing class, the Jones kid. You were 97% curious as to what he was writing about so you decided to make your way over to him.

    The clicking of your heels started as you walked away from the counter and stopped when you got to the boy’s table. You stood there for a second, contemplating what to say, and as you were about to open your mouth, you found that the Jones kid beat you to it.

    “Can I help you?” he said flatly. You froze, a little surprised he had spoken to you.

    After a moment’s hesitation you said “What are you writing about?”. You stood there for a few seconds before the boy answered.

    “This town,” he said. He could tell you were a little confused when he looked up at your face. “More specifically, the whole thing with Jason Blossom.”

    “Oh,” you stood for a few more seconds. “Mind if I sit?”

    “Sure,” he said shrugging. Things were quiet after you sat down. Like, painfully-awkward-silence type quiet. The boy across from you continued to type as if you weren’t there until your food came. He looked down at everything you ordered. You gonna eat all of that?” he asked you, an eyebrow quirked up.

    “Most definitely.” you stated. The corners of his mouth turned up a little as you took a big bite of your burger before he went back to typing. “Jughead, right?” you asked. He nodded. “(y/n)” you introduced yourself with a mouth full of burger.

    “I know,” he said, not looking up from his laptop. “We’re in the same-”

    “Creative Writing class, I know.”

    “Yeah, and you’re the newest addition to Josie the Pussycats.” he stated. “Which makes me curious as to why you’re talking to me. Not to be rude or anything, but don’t you have a reputation to uphold?”

    That caught you off guard. You didn’t know what to say for a second. “There are a,” you paused. “Certain set of rules I should be following, but the rules were never formally spoken out loud so to answer your question, no, I don’t have a reputation to uphold.” Jughead just shook his head, the ghost of smirk on his face. “So, tell me more about the ‘whole thing with Jason Blossom’ you’re writing about.” you said.

    He raised a dark eyebrow at you before asking you “What do you think happened to Jason Blossom that morning of July 4th?”

    “Well, Cheryl said he drowned right?” you asked him, popping a fry covered in vanilla milkshake into your mouth. “Guess he drowned.” you stated simply.

    “Common, he was the captain of the water polo team, he can’t just drown.”

    “True, but” you say pointing a fry at him. “He could’ve gotten caught in something under the water, or hit his head or something, you never know.”

    “I guess you’re right,” he said. “But i still think it’s foul play, just my opinion. Things like this just don’t happen here.”

    The rest of the night was spent talking about what really happened to Jason Blossom and debating whether or not you could get diabetes if you ordered more food. That is until Archie walked in. You immediately recognized him from last year when Josie’s mom ran for mayor, he had helped you guys campaign.

    Archie saw the two of you and he walked over, sat down, and had a small conversation with Jughead, he bid the both of you good night and threw a small smile your way. Once he left you looked at Jughead with a questioning look to which he shook his head as if to say “don’t ask”.  

    After an awkward silence you could no longer stand, you broke the silence with “Yeah, no, I don’t care if this food gives me diabetes and clogged arteries, I’m ordering some more to go.” you stated as you got up and went to the counter, ordering the same thing you had ordered when you came in. After you ordered you made your way back to the booth and sat down again.

    “So,” you said awkwardly.

    “So,” the strange boy across from you said.

    “Thank for letting me sit with you and stuff.”

    A small barely noticeable smile appeared on Jughead’s face. “Well thanks for being good company.” he paused. “And stuff.”

    “I was good company?” you asked, slightly proud of yourself.

    Jughead shrugged. “Not too bad for your first try.”

    You smiled at him. “Well maybe we could do this again, it was…” you took a second to search for the right word. “Interesting.”

    “A second try wouldn’t be too bad.” he said looking up at you. “Why not?” he said.

    You smiled at him one more time before your take out bag was dropped off. You thanked the waitress and got up from your seat and headed for the exit. “Night Jones.” you said as you left.

    “Night.” he whispered with a small smile as watched your now retreating form walk down the street. The only thought on his mind being maybe not all people are that bad.

I Spy A Cheater

Originally posted by fireproof-harry

Pairing: Harry x Reader

Request: it wasn’t requested sooooo

Warnings: Cheating (the title gave it away) angst, and shitty first attempt at writing for Hazza lol

A/N: Okieee so this flopped but i’ma post it anyway bc i have supportive friends telling me to do this so here it goes I guess


“I’m sorry for not realizing this sooner.” I spat angrily picking up my keys and walking towards the door

“Babe no wait, this isn’t what it looks like, please let me explain-“

“You’re cheating on me, Harry! What is there to explain?!” I cried tears running down my face

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anonymous asked:

How good of an older brother is Ichimatsu?

Ichi: …I’m okay… Jyushimatsu- and Todomatsu-nii-san are much better at this kind of stuff.

((I was gonna do one with Choro too but I’m super drained rn so just know that Ichi is the one to do all of Choro’s weeb shit with him like go to conventions and idol concerts)) 

anonymous asked:

nursey and dex sitting on the floor of their first apartment eating cold burritos at 4am in the aftermath of their first big fight since moving in (-charlie💗💗)

ily charlie @asexualdex 💕

“Yeah, that was a dick move,” Dex says around a mouthful of bean and chicken. He’s got some guac on his shirt and something brown and unidentifiable on his chin. It’s objectively disgusting.

“You’re disgusting,” Nursey informs him. “And it was a total dick move.”

Dex chews and swallows before he talks again, at least.

“I’m sorry,” he says for the thousandth time, slumping back against the cabinets. “I didn’t think about you and how you would react, and that’s shitty. That’s a shitty way to treat anyone, let alone your boyfriend.”

It’s not the first time Dex has apologized since they started fighting, but it’s the first one where he’s actually acknowledged what he did and why it made Nursey upset. It’s really all that Nursey was looking for.

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here’s a fic! the ending is rushed because I’m super fucking tired. If you like it and want a continuation I would consider it, but I don’t think it’s good enough for that. Just the little tidbit I’ve been thinking about lately. Anyway, sorry for the really long radio silence of no fics and then a comeback of a shitty one. I hope you like it anyway!

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Employee of the Month: Part 2/11

Pairing: Reader x Hwang Minhyun

Group: Wanna One (NU’EST if you squint your eyes and tilt your head a little)

Type: Probably Actually Fluff

Words: JFC HOW IS THIS EVEN LONGER THAN THE FIRST ONE (5.3K)

Warnings: Bad Words(but less than I usually have, so be proud of me)

A Brief Synopsis:

The tale of Minhyun’s not that shitty job and how it provides a platform for you to exist in his life romantically. Kind of.

(the synopses are gonna be almost completely the same for every person lol sorry)

A/N: Sorry it took longer than expected. I’m shitty at time management. 

Name: Hwang Minhyun

Age: 22

Occupation: Live-In MaidHousekeeper

  • From the outside looking in, the fact that Hwang Minhyun chose this as his profession was astounding to virtually everyone
  • Honestly he could get any job he wants
  • He’s so diligent 
  • And handsome 
  • And meets so many job qualifications 
  • But “cleaning is my passion" 
  • It was actually a problem 
  • Arguably a kink
  • Nobody should trust a bitch with that many cleaning supplies
  • 6 dusters is too many dusters for one person
  • Hell 6 dusters is too many dusters for 6 people
  • He has probably killed someone and gotten away with it
  • And that’s how he ended up as a house keeper 
  • Not because he could flawlessly get away with murder, but because he was a clean ass bitch
  • Not that I really needed to clarify that

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Mellifluous - REDDIE (Part Three)

Mellifluous - A sound that is sweet, smooth, and pleasing to hear.

(Part Three)

Reddie AU- Richie Tozier, a 17 year old broken boy in a broken home and his best friend/first love, Eddie Kaspbrak, a 16 year old mute boy who’s silence is loud enough to keep Richie sane.

hey guys! i hope you enjoy this chapter even though I’m convinced it turned out like shit. I’m sorry it took awhile to post but I’ve actually been fairly busy recently ( i even have a job interview tomorrow ) so thank you for being patient AND FOR 200 FOLLOWERS!!! wow i love u all.

Warnings - shitty writing??? lmao

Word Count - 1.3k

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05.02.2017 

(Sorry for the shitty lighting, looks like it’s gonna rain for a while after a bloody warm and dry winter with just one sprinkle of snow) 

It’s been a great week, so glad the 2nd semester is here: really got bored of “pure” subjects, I needed to delve into something new! I went to the Medical Library for the first time: it’s an airy, warm and light big room where it’s hard to find a cozy spot to study but it’s worth it. I lost perception of time! I managed to consult some Anatomy atlases and books, though I have to admit I changed my mind several times and I still don’t know what to buy :(

Here are some Biochemistry and Anatomy notes. Also, new pens! :D

To the Four of Us (Part Five)

Hey everyone! I know it’s been a couple of days since I updated and I’m sorry about that. I’m hoping to have part six up by tonight just to make it up to you :). 

I should really write a formal intro including a summary and whatnot but oh well who’s got the energy for that amirite?

Please like/reblog if you enjoyed this chapter and let me know if you wanna be tagged!! 

{all other parts can be found here}

@heythereitsloey @anitheunicorn @lafbagxette @newyorkyoucanbeanew ((idk why your tag isnt working ahh!!))

words: 2,206

warnings: swears!!

soundtrack song: Do I Wanna Know? - Arctic Monkeys

full soundtrack: x

a/n: ft. ANGST and technologically challenged george washingdad and his a+ parenting rAISE A GLASS TO HIM 

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THIS IS IT PEOPLE. We have finally arrived at La Fiesta Tech and are about to take over this shitty campus through the sheer force of our awfulness. Some technical info before I reveal adult Jojo to you aka the wonders of the Komei jaw: a) we’ll be founding the Union Greek House this generation (with whatever money we manage to scrape together by senior year) and then each next generation of kids will be pledging in instead of living in the dorms b) I have all colleges attached to the main hood so we’ll be meeting premades from all of them and c) the heir poll will be held at the end of the third year! SO. Ready or not, here comes the jaw..

…………………………………………….LMAO

Really wish you guys could have seen my face when I turned that camera around. The resemblance truly is striking:

What aren’t you telling us, Victoria??? Tg Daniel and Gunther look as ok as the spawn of Komei can be expected to look. OH WELL. Time to minimize the damage with some college makeovers!

First up, sexy Squidward Jojo, who is wisely concealing his jaw. I did a purple suit recolor for him and didn’t realize how shitty it looked till I edited the pics and was faced with this pixelated nightmare. Sorry boo!

-Useless. 

Classic as it was, the full-black-turtleneck look was getting a little old, so I modernized Daniel’s look with this communism-alluding shirt under a military vest. Work it Dan!

-No one works it like the working class ☭

And finally, Gunther, who is looking as ridiculous as always!

-Thank you :D

Loving this hoodie on you, I think it really encapsulates your spirit. Well, judging by the above pics, I can tell the boys are incredibly excited for the college experience!

Time to declare our majors and the fact that psychology has nothing to do with his top artist LTW apparently means shit to Gunther. It’s obvious he wants to major in psych to use these powers for evil. Well nice try, you little bastard, but you’re majoring in art. Daniel is obviously becoming *that guy* in every philosophy class, and I’ve decided that Jojo is gonna go the mad scientist path, so physics it is! Now that this organizational crap is out of the way..

..it’s time to catch up! 

-Hold on to your tits, Daniel.. VICTOR LOST A FIGHT TO ALEGRA

-ARE YOU FUCKING KIDDING ME

-I SHIT YOU NOT DEAR BROTHER

-WHAT EVEN IS THE POINT OF COLLEGE. NO PIECE OF INFORMATION WILL EVER TOP THIS.

Nice, back to our old tricks. Actually I don’t know how we can be ‘back’ since we never really left them. Here’s hoping that 4 years of college will be enough for the boys to find something else to talk about! Not holding my breath tho.

Jojo is definitely going through something. Hard as it is to believe, he’s actually BFFs with both his brothers and now that they’re all under the same roof, all he wants to do is interact with them! Can’t believe I’m using this word to describe something Jojo-related, but it’s pretty cute. Unfortunately, it causes some unexpected problems..

..because Daniel and Gunther have 0 relationship points, so the whole dynamic is now the two of them… legit competing over fucking Jojo’s affections. In what world is Jojo a prize to be won I don’t even know. God help us. 

It’s our first night on campus aka time to party! We hit the Wasteland Lounge, looking for some good times and some future spouses.

-Aaaah yes.. It’s been far too long since I unleashed my musical power into the world..

Could you go ahead and leash that bad boy back up till there’s a ring on your finger? We’re already playing on difficult thanks to our fucking Komei genes.

-Ugh who the fuck is this?

OMG THAT’S BRITTANY UPSNOTT AKA MY NO1 PICK FOR DANIEL’S FUTURE BRIDE. I CAN’T BELIEVE WE RAN INTO HER RIGHT AWAY WHAT LUCK!!

-LOOOL no way in hell that’s happening.

Stfu Jojo you understand nothing. She’s a rich sorority girl, he’s a broke communist. She has 1 nice point, he has 9. They’re both popularity sims and both suck ass at it. I mean this is not a pairing, it’s a fucking hit sitcom. Let’s chat her up!

-Oh yes please do. So glad I have a drink to enjoy during this trainwreck. 

IT WILL BE FINE IT’S MEANT TO BE

There we go!

-Hi, I’m Daniel Union :)

-I’m Brittany-

-Ok you got me. I’m no ordinary student.. I’m also.. A COMMUNIST. 

Oh no.

-This is what I’m talking about, look at yourself, so blinded by bourgeois greed that you’ve lost all touch with the struggle of the common man!

-God, I just asked you to get us some drinks YOU FUCKING FREAK

-WOW OK SO YOU JUST ASSUME I HAVE MONEY TO GET US DRINKS. UNBELIEVABLE

…..Jojo stop smiling immediately istg.

-Calm down, it’s something else I’m smiling about…

YEA THAT DOESNT’ CALM ME DOWN AT ALL. NO. JOJO NO. 

-Jojo yes ;)

CAN YOU FOR ONCE BE INTO SOMEONE WHO’S A REALISTIC PROSPECT. JUST ONCE. NOT MARRIED, NOT UGLY, NOT ONE OF YOUR MOM’S LOVERS. 

-Got you, loud and clear.

THANK YOU.

-How about this exact clone of my father? Finally, a version of him I can stand!

FML. I HATE YOU SO FUCKING MUCH. DO WHATEVER YOU WANT IDGAF

-Mark, your face is. incredible. Especially the nose and the jaw. Love them.

-Thank you! My name is Max though.

-Yea good for you. Would you consider dying your hair, oh I don’t know, red? I also have a wide variety of formal purple clothing that you would look stunning in.

JOJO YOU CAN’T DATE YOURSELF

-HA! Watch me.

And of course they have 2 bolts. Amazing. No stopping this train now but I might be jumping in front of it.

Man, this place is lit af. If La Fiesta is the party college I don’t even want to know what the other two are like. Probably literal monasteries. But two secret society members are here and we need that grim reaper phone to resurrect Ronroneo! Time to work the famous Union charm!

I sic Gunther on the redhead..

..while Jojo chats up blondie! For obvious reasons, Daniel has been excluded from the kiss-elitist-ass proceedings.

-I know, nothing better after a long day on the yacht than a nice glass of the blood of the poor! 

-Ha, quite! If I may ask, what’s your favorite year?

-Oh, good question! I’d have to go with the Belladonna Bankruptcy of ‘78.

 -Ah yes, amazing choice! Jojo, I’m going to let you in on a very well kept secret.. The rumors about a secret society on campus.. ARE TRUE.

- :O And here I am all this time talking to you with no ulterior motive! 

Everything is going suspiciously well with these secret society dicks so OF COURSE THE LOT SUDDENLY LAGS FOR 5 MINUTES:

GODDAMMIT FUCKING WITCHES POPPING UP IN COLLEGE BARS WTF. This bitch also hearfarted over Gunther so suffice it to say we’re getting tfo.

We return to the dorm where we eat and chat with this eclectic dormie bunch. ‘We’ as in everyone except Jojo who is eating alone and literally talking to himself:

-Haha, that’s hilarious, imaginary Stephen! Want a bite of my mac and cheese?

GOD. FINE YOU CAN HAVE MAX THIS IS TOO SAD.

We go up to our room for some much needed rest and this guy named Ti-Ning is there so I have Jojo try his luck! As seen above, the results are not promising.

-HOW DARE YOU REJECT ME YOU DORMIE RANDO. NOT ONLY ARE YOU IN MY ROOM AT 3 AM BUT YOU DON’T EVEN SHOW ME THE COURTESY OF SLEEPING WITH ME? IT’S CALLED MANNERS

Wow Ti-Ning is NOT having it! 

-I’M A WELL ESTABLISHED DORMIE AROUND HERE, RED. THE RANDO IS YOU, A FIRST GENERATION LEGACY SPAWN WITH CRAP TO YOUR NAME

-I’M SO ATTRACTED TO YOU RIGHT NOW BUT I’M GOING TO DESTROY YOU.

Well. Looks like we made our first enemy! Took us long enough. You’re slipping, Jo.

-NEVER AGAIN. MARK MY WORDS, I’M GONNA HAVE THIS ENTIRE CAMPUS BOWING BEFORE ME.

Ok Jojo I understand your pride has been slightly wounded-

-BOWING. BEFORE. ME

Meanwhile good ol’ Gunther is rolling wants to get his harem to college.

-No one deserves a college education more than the people who are into me!

Very true, you should look into setting up a scholarship.

And my heart continues to break for Daniel, the unfortunate recipient of the brunt of the Komei cat genes. #cursed

Gunther’s plans to work out shirtless in front of the girls are foiled by the lack of space! Tough luck boo.

-THIS DORM IS A HELLHOLE

How about a more direct approach with obvious business major back there? She’s ~thinking about you.

-How could she not ;)

Ugh.

And Gunther strikes out for the first time ever, ruining our perfect slut-o-meter score!

-I don’t understand. what. is. happening. 

You got rejected by this Young-Republicans-sis. Happens to the best of us.

-But I’m shirtless and everything! This is unacceptable!

 -YOU KNOW WHAT I LOVE. MONEY. I ALSO HAVE A LOT OF THEM. MONIES. THEY’RE THE BEST

God, give it up Guns, you’re throwing junk out there. Let her go.

-NEVER

-AND GOLD BARS. ANOTHER THING I LOVE. TOO BAD THE DEMS WANT TO TAX US TO DEATH AMIRITE 

Oh, YR is feeling it now! Nice Gunther, you might actually do this!

-EW NEVER THE FUCK MIND

Good to see there’s a limit to how low your standards can go. Now let’s find some poor soul to saddle with your term paper!

-Girl, those clothes would look so good on the floor of your room..

-Don’t you mean your room?

-No, no, yours. You should probably change into something more comfortable before writing my term paper. It’s gonna take a while.

ARE YOU LITERALLY BOOING HER WHILE SHE’S WRITING YOUR PAPER FUCKING BYE.  All this time I’ve been focusing on mega-villain Jojo and forgetting that Gunther here is also sporting an amazing 3 nice points.

-That’s great girl, let me know when you’re done so I can explain all the ways I’m not attracted to you!

-Aaaah… My future in college looks as bright as the sun hitting the desert…

Nop.

-That’s why I need..

Don’t say it.

-SUNGLASSES 

DAMN YOU TO HELL GUNTHER.

BODY ELECTRIC // masterlist


Request: Hey lovie 💕 I just wanted to say first that you’re an amazing writer and I LIVE for your stories. I was wondering if I could make a request for Kylo Ren? The reader is a force user like Kylo, but tries so hard not to show her powers because of fear that snoke will find her. So she works at like High End stripper club and that’s where Kylo finds her because someone tip him about her. I was greatly inspired by this song: Body Electric - Lana Del Rey Thank you 💕

A/N: This was a rather different request to write and I didn’t think I’d actually really like the outcome but ya know if there isn’t angst it can’t possibly be my writing. Thanks @decodexariel​ for the request, enjoy!

Warning: NSFW (?)

Word Count: 3.3K+


It was said that the world–universe–you now lived in was split between the good and the evil; the light and the dark. But there was that gray zone that was barely unheard of and hardly touched, not many falling under it as they were either chose to stand on either side or had no say in what they wanted. Then there were those Force users who had to stay hidden because a certain military organization claimed to had wiped them all out–no thanks to their commander and supreme leader.

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do you ever just… start drawing,, you dont know what your hand is doing,,, you just kno it’s good and you want to keep it up,, but,,, theres a problem.. it’s one in the fuckin morning

(oh look! welp i did some sketches(?) first is sara ofc, then mila + mila’s haircut, michele wearing some spanish costume for a random choreography, then shaved emil with a hairbun!! and the last one is mila but.. she looks more like supergirl idk)

Summary: Y/N is the youngest one of Negan’s wives, and Carl takes a liking to her while he’s at the sanctuary.
p.s this is my first imagine, so sorry if it’s shitty.
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“Now, I’ve got to take care of some business. Keep my wives in check while I’m gone, will ya kid?” you heard Negan’s voice boom through the hallway.

The door opened to the shared living space of the wives, and in came Negan and someone you’ve never seen before. He looked about your age, and he had some wrap around his head that covered his eye.

“Ladies! This is Carl, yall take care of him while I’m gone. Okay?”

Carl. He looked like a Carl. He seemed very closed off, showing no emotions whatsoever. You then noticed the sheriffs hat sitting on top of his head. You liked the unusual hat wear, and wanted to know how he got it.

“Yes Negan” we all said in unison.

Once he was gone, Carl seemed a little out of place while the other wives went back to their normal routines.

You decided to go over and introduce yourself, as you could see he was quite uncomfortable and didn’t have a clue what to do.

“Hey, I’m Y/N. One of the wives” You said, holding out your hand.

“Carl.” He shook your hand in return.

“You look a little young to be a wife. How old are you?”

“16. I believe I am too young for him, but it’s the apocalypse? Anything goes.” That made him laugh. He had a cute laugh, one where his nose scrunched up and his eyes squinted.

“Right.”

“How’d you become so popular with the big man? Did you bring him good liquor or guns?”

“Actually, I’m from one of the groups he takes from. I came here in the back of a supply truck, planning to kill him. Some how I ended up in here.”

“Well, this may sound weird.. but I’m kinda glad you did.”

You had no clue what had gotten into you, but you took his hand into your own & caressed his beat up knuckles. Being one of Negan’s wives had taken a toll on you because of your age. Him taken your virginity, and not even caring about it. You had never been able to socialize with anyone your age.

He noticed your action. At first he was surprised, but then relaxed. He looked up at you, while you were examining his hands.

“Have you ever tried to leave?” He asked.

“No. The situation already sucks. I don’t want to make things worse, for myself or anyone else.”

He looked at you like he was trying to figure you out. As if there was something more to you than just the title of “Negan’s Wife”.

You still wondered about the hat and the eye.

“Can I ask you something Carl?”

“Is it the eye?”

You blushed immediately and simply nodded. He heard him laugh again. That damn laugh, it made your heart grow fonder for this mysterious boy.

“One night back at my community, a herd of walkers passed through. We were trying to go, and member of the group tried to kill my dad but shot me in the eye instead.” You could tell he wasn’t comfortable talking about it, so you dropped his hand and hugged him.

Carl was taken by surprise by your sudden movement, but embraced you.

You whispered in his ear, “I’m so sorry. I didn’t mean to bring up such a sensitive topic.” followed by a kiss.

“It’s okay.” You had no clue, but Carl was developing feelings for you.

“One more question..”

“Shoot.”

“What is up with that hat?”

He smiled and said, “My dad was a police officer, before the apocalypse. I got to keep the hat.”

“Well.. howdy partner” you said with a wink. Both of you laughed, knocking into each other.

You were so caught up with each other that you didn’t notice Negan arrive.

Once the room was silent, you saw him. Negan had that classic sinister grin on his face. You didn’t know if it was good or bad.

Then he spoke, “I see you got comfortable kid. Come with me, we gotta talk.”

a/n: people begged me not to write this werewolf!nursey twilight au for the 13 days of halloween monster au prompt and yet…. here we are. i’m so sorry. it’s 3k.

When William Poindexter first moved to Forks, he took one look at the drab town, a slight drizzle constantly giving the air a sort of damp feel, maybe a thousand residents to its name, towering Evergreens that blocked every sliver of natural sunlight lining every side road and thought: ‘okay, shitty, but I can work with this.’

Now, though? Hiking through the woods by his house, muddying his brand new sneakers while his parents have a really loud, intrusive argument in a house with paper thin walls? He’s not so sure.

He keeps hearing these noises off to his left, branches snapping, something like the growl of a dog, and the rustle of trees and shrubbery being pushed through, but whenever he looks there’s no one there. And yeah, it’s freaking him out a little, but at this point Dex is thinking between dealing with his dad’s interrogation on where he’s been and getting mauled by some large animal, the latter is looking really good.

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-May 2-
Me: *Got home after zumba* Okay.. Just a little bit of tumblr then i’ll make their present..
-After a little bit of Tumblr-
Me: *Wakes up after passing out on the bed*….. *Looks at her phone*.. Shet it’s may 3.

@dan-artblog! You were one of my first followers and first friends! You were a big inspiration in my art and you made me a bit more comfortable around other people. And i’m sorry if this art piece is shitty.

But thank you. Without you, I wouldn’t be where I am. Without you, my life would of been duller. So thank you for existing!

*Hugs* Stay the best fish out there!

~Glitter

College Parties - AU

Anonymous requested: Hey!! Can you do one where you and shawn are best friends and you go to the same college and you attend a party that gets both of you really drunk and you both try to get to your dorms but end up getting lost around campus basically you’re just laughing and stumbling all cutesy fluff! Hahahahah thanks 

Note: I tried to do the best I could with this one! lol, I hope you guys enjoy.

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To say that you were a “party animal” would be overreacting, you think. You simply enjoyed the parties that local frats would host, nothing wrong with that.

Tonight, there was another party - supposedly the biggest of the year and you were determined to go and have a blast. Only problem was, your best friend Shawn wanted to go see a movie with you tonight. You loved Shawn to death and would do anything for him, but you really wanted to go to this party.

“Shawn, please, come to this party with me.” You beg.

He shook his head as he laid on your bed, staring at the ceiling.

“No, Y/N, I wanted to go see Rogue One, yet you want to go to a stupid party?” He sounds genuinely hurt and you feel bad, but you also believe that he would have a great time if he went.

“We can see Rogue One tomorrow! Shawn,” you try to get him to look at you and when that doesn’t work, you collapse on top of him.

He lets out a grunt by the sudden impact and you look at him.

“Shawn, please.” You say cutely, knowing he can’t resist your puppy dog eyes.

“Ugh, fine, get off of me and I’ll go to your stupid party with you, Jesus.” He rolls his eyes at you and you celebrate internally because you knew you would win.

You do know however, that now you have to find time to go see Rogue One with him tomorrow. Definitely not a bad thing, any time with Shawn is time well spent.

“So when do we go to this party?” Shawn asks, sounding annoyed, but less this time.

“Now.” You reply, smiling as you reach for his hands to help pull him up.

You both exit your dorm, not even trying to be quiet since you know literally everyone is at that party tonight.

Shawn hadn’t been to too many parties, in fact, whenever you had any spare time, he would go home and do something with his family - or you, of course. Shawn’s family only lived about fifteen minutes away while you, on the other hand, were not so lucky. You had actually decided to come to Canada for schooling reasons while your family lived in Arizona.

So, Shawn’s family basically became your family and it couldn’t be any more comforting to feel so welcomed into your best friend’s family.

As Shawn and you came upon the frat house, you both could already tell how huge this party was. You made a mental note to only stay for a little, knowing the campus police would be coming to break this up in a while.

You both came upon a couple making out on the grass in the front yard while loud music blared from the speakers inside the house. You looked over at Shawn, knowing he felt slightly uncomfortable for never having been to a frat party with you before. People were yelling and lights were flashing, giving the place a quite chaotic vibe.

“Just stay by my side, okay? It gets crazy around here and I don’t want us to get separated, okay, Shawn?”

“Yes, mom.” He rolls his eyes and fixes the snapback he is wearing backwards on his head.

Sassy Shawn has made an appearance tonight already and he hasn’t even had anything to drink.

You notice your roommate is here with a couple of your other friends and you walk over to them; you quickly notice that they all have drinks in their hands.

“Where can I get one of those?” You ask your roommate Renee and she points you in the right direction.

It’s about two drinks later when you realize that Shawn has mysteriously disappeared from your presence. You quickly scan the living room, trying to spot a very unenthusiastic, six foot one boy. You eventually find him sitting by the TV, on the couch, smushed in between two random people.

You walk over to him, knowing he’s not having a good time.

“Shawn, you could at least pretend you’re having a good time.” You yell over the loud music.

“Oh, you mean lie?” He yells back. “Great idea, Y/N! Let’s build our friendship on lies!” He sassily replies to you.

“Shawn, stop!” You whine.

You honestly thought he would be having a better time than this and with the large consumption of alcohol you’ve already had - your ability to care is getting less and less.

“Shawn, please, just have one drink, okay? And then we can leave, I promise.”

You pull him up and hold onto his arm, honestly trying to keep yourself steady, but you can’t ignore the way his biceps feel under your hands.

“One drink, Y/N, I’m not playing around.” Shawn says, following you to the kitchen to receive his one drink.

Well, one drink turned into two, then three, then four, then six, and then to a point where you stopped counting - or you couldn’t remember.

You definitely had more than Shawn did, who was still somewhat there, but you put that lightly. He was pretty drunk.

“H-hey Y/N,” he stumbled into you, swinging his arm around your neck and shoving his mouth towards your left ear. “We s-s-should go because police and the aliens.” He raised both of his eyebrows in a serious manner, making you laugh really hard.

“Okay, let’s go. B-but, wait!” You drunkenly held up your hand and looked at it for a second. “Why is my hand purple?” You snort, causing both you and Shawn to burst out laughing.

“Okay, we have to go!” Shawn needily tugged at your arm and you all said goodbye to your just as drunk friends.

The cool air felt good on your hot skin and slightly calmed your nerves that made you feel as if you were on fire.

“Shawn-n,” you stumbled, almost falling causing Shawn to laugh until he tripped on something on the sidewalk. Now that was hilarious. You walked over to him, trying to help him up, but of course Shawn was much bigger and much stronger than you, definitely making it hard to help him up - especially while drunk.

“Sorry, didn’t see that fire thingy there.” He said, his forehead creasing as he tried to think of the word.

“Hydrant.” You said, your brain clear for a second before it went back to foggy.

“That’s the word.” Shawn sighed and sat up, taking a full minute before he was actually able to stand - barely.

You take a look around, trying to find out which way to go back to the dorms, but to your surprise, nothing looked familiar.

“Shawn, where are the dorms?” You ask.

He also looks around, scratching the side of his face, the ring on his right middle finger glistening in the light.

“I think we’re lost.”

“Great, now I can never eat my microwave popcorn.” You pout, suddenly remembering you had a couple packs in your stash.

“Y/N, do you know what this means? We’ll never get back to the dorms and we’ll be eaten by dinosaurs.” He makes a T-Rex noise, pulling his arms back to resemble a T-Rex, making you roll your eyes, but crack a smile.

“You just made that up. Dinosaurs aren’t real.”

“But they used to be, so there’s that fact.”

“Shawn, I know dinosaurs used to be real.”

“Did you really though?” He stutters, looking at you with glazed over eyes.

“You want to know what I know?” You ask, sitting down on the sidewalk, scrunching up your legs and resting your fuzzy head on them.

“What’s that?” Shawn comes to sit next to you.

“That I like you, a lot.”

It suddenly gets very quiet and you’re hoping that in his drunken state, Shawn can’t fully comprehend what you just said. However, you were also kicking yourself because you knew that even in your drunken state, you shouldn’t have said that.

“I like you too, that’s why I wanted to go see Rogue One, I was going to turn it into a date.”

You don’t look at each other, but you can tell that for some reason you both are hauntingly sober, even with the amount of alcohol you drank.

“We can go back to my dorm and watch a movie with microwave popcorn as my way of saying sorry I screwed up our unofficial first date?” You laugh, hearing Shawn laugh with you.

“Sounds good. Oh god,” Shawn moans, rubbing his face with his hands. “I’m going to feel so shitty tomorrow because I am so wasted.”

You laugh, poking his nose with your finger.

“You can stay at mine and we can sleep all day tomorrow.” You suggest, knowing he won’t say no.

“Sounds good. But, Y/N, seriously, which way are the dorms?”

“Guess we’re going on a scavenger hunt for the Elkwood dorms.” You say, resting your head on Shawn’s shoulder, knowing that you two were going to feel so awful tomorrow.

Home.

So I wrote a little something. For the first time ever in English. Just because @myinnersixteen challenged me to write 500 words with the prompt “Louis wrote Home”, and I said “fuck it, I can do it. “  Thanks a lot to you Mag, for the prompt and correcting it. Thanks to @tvshows-addict and @braces2bandtees for the beta ! (and kudos to the best GC ever. Parce que vous le valez bien). So yeah, hello, it’s basically 1k (oops) of fluff. Sorry.


Louis hasn’t told Harry. Not yet. Not until tonight.

It’s not like it’s really THAT important, right? They’ve been writing songs to each other for years now, even if barely a tenth have been put on their albums. So yeah, this could stay a secret for one more day.

On his way back home from a writing session, looking at the sunny streets of LA through his car window, he thinks about how much Harry is going to freak out when he listens to it. Louis feels so proud right now; he’s been thinking about these words for months now.

Months?

“‘Years’ more like, you sap.” he mumbles out loud.

Years worth of words of love, and secret songs. Years of matching tattoos and covert touches. Years of being scared, too.

Years of Harry being his Home.

Yeah, it was really time to write it in plain English, with a melody to sing along.

He finished the song five days ago and since then, he’s kept letting some lyrics slip in their conversations. It‘s not his fault if he is shitty at keeping secrets from the one he loves.

Sue him.

Of course it’s nothing too obvious, but it’s too much fun to know Harry will lose it when he understands Louis teased him for days.

The first time it happened, he was walking into the kitchen to prepare tea for breakfast, he saw Harry, just sitting there, shirtless at the table. He was so fucking beautiful, just being his unique self, and saying: “Hey love, sorry I’m not sure we have enough milk for breakfast.”

Louis looked at him with a smile and the words slipped out of his mouth before he could hold them back.

“Don’t worry Baby, I think we could be enough.”

Harry looked at him, his dimples fully visible, and replied:“You’re weird, Love. And it’s too early for that, even for you.”

The second and third time, they were having a good fuck during nap time. Louis might have told Harry “to let go of himself and feel alive” at some point but nobody could prove a thing. As Harry was walking to the bathroom to take something to clean them up, he almost fell, his feet caught in clothes littering the floor. Louis chuckled and asked: “Come on Babe! Are you stumbling in the dark?“

Harry tried to argue it was only four in the afternoon so maybe Louis could just shut up and clean up his mess, instead of being a pain in the ass. Louis bit his lip very hard to keep himself from retorting that he was the one with a pain in the ass. (He failed.)

So, Louis is shitty at keeping secrets but he sure tried.

It’s almost 7pm when he slams the door of their house, shouting “Honey! I’m Home!” (He’ll never be tired of this pun. Never.) He’s welcomed by two arms hugging him from behind, whispering: “Hey Love, how was your day?”

“Great thanks! We’re almost done, I think. I don’t know but… yeah, it was a good day. Liam says hi by the way. Why are we whispering?”

Harry turns him around, ghosting his lips against Louis’: “Because this is a special day, Lou. A day just for you and I, and nobody has to know about it.”

“You’re the most amazing man in the world, you know that, Love? You’re perfect for me”, Louis says, his nose settled in the little hollow on Harry’s neck, just breathing his smell.  

“Are you quoting the only song we were allowed to write together to me? Really?” Harry smirks, tearing himself from Louis’ arms and guiding him slowly to their couch.

“Yeah? About that. Well. I … I have something for you?  For our birthday?”  Louis says, suddenly a bit shy. He takes his laptop out of his rucksack, opens it and plugs in his thumbdrive.

Harry looks at him with a smile : “God Lou! Have you written a song for me? Again? “

“I know right, but this is special. And this is not only me, it’s Liam and Jamie too. This is for you of course but not only. This is … something I think you’re gonna like? For our fans? Some of them? I don’t know. Okay now I’m nervous so just shut up and listen, yeah?” he says, hitting “play” and hoping Harry doesn’t see the slight tremor of his hand.

While Home is playing, Louis keeps himself busy, scrolling his Twitter and checking his emails until the last notes die in the quiet room.

It takes another minute for Louis to be brave enough and look at Harry. His green eyes are maybe a bit wet but he still hasn’t say a word. Fuck.

After a few more seconds of silence, Harry’s voice cracks when he finally speaks.“I … I can’t believe you wrote this, Love. This is so fucking perfect. This is … God! They’re gonna love it.”

He pounces into Louis’s arms, now hugging Louis tight, tears freely falling down his cheeks. Louis feels Harry smiling in his hair, and even if he can’t see it, he knows it’s the most beautiful smile in the world.

“You like it then?”, he asks.

“Lou, I can’t wait to sing this on stage. I can already see it. Imagine all the rainbow flags. God Louis! It’s gonna be so amazing.”

Louis laughs quietly at his enthusiasm: “Slow down Babe. The song is never going to make it to the new album. You know they’re gonna say no. We are not gonna be allowed to -”

“Stop it”, says Harry, cutting him off with a kiss. “I’m not worried Lou. We’ll find a way. I promise you, we’ll find a way to let them know we’re thinking about them. I know we can do this. This song must be shared with the world.”

Louis lays back into Harry’s embrace, a small smile on his lips.

Yes, definitely, they will find a way.